Money Man

"Money Man Perry"

[Chorus]
Lil' mama got body, lil' mama got smarts
I took her home and I ripped her apart
Stole a hotbox and I sold it for parts
Already rich, I'ma trap for the art
Already high, I just smoke for the taste
Ain't got no L's, I took 12 on a chase
30K CPN, that came from Chase (WindyGotHits)
I swear you won't believe how much I made
Ain't tryna go broke, so I gotta save
Chevron plastic, I swipe for a chain
Then got a BP card and did the same
Where's the gold credit? I got a free sofa
Then got a lil' b*tch and she bent it over
Can't let you play me, I'm not a controller
All of these flavors, I'm plug like a motor
She on my di*k, got hoes on my scrotum
I'm on these Runtz and this sh*t is so potent
Burnin' on Oreos, no, not the cookies
But I just bust down a bale, it was Cookies
I'm eating lunch with your b*tch playing footsie
Thousand pound load, man, that sh*t was a doozy
Citrus OG, man, this sh*t tastin' fruity
She left her boyfriend, she said he a goofy
Money Man Perry, my life is a movie

[Verse 1]
Money Man Perry, my life is a movie
My girl booty juicy, my soldiers salutin'
This OG is fruity, the weed is a hybrid
This car don't need gas so this car is a hybrid
Lost a partner to violence, that sh*t had me cryin'
I be always recordin' so I ain't got time
Had to turn that b*tch down cause I know the intention
That fold out truck with the big boy extension
The ESV Escalade, that sh*t extended
My money be tall, that sh*t ain't no midget
My b*tch pus*y water, she f*ck me exquisite
I pull in Teslas, I pull up in Fiskers
I run up that money, I run up them digits
If you not a real one then you look suspicious
She swallow my semen, she say it nutritious
I'm tryna get rich so I hustle relentless
Yeah
I sell weed at my school I ain't care about no physics
Yeah, yeah
I got hoes from the past textin', "Tyson, I miss you"
Yeah
I got friends I grew up with and now they got issues
Yeah
I gotta let that motherf*cker breathe, I can keep going but bring that motherf*ckin' hook in
Yeah

[Chorus]
Lil' mama got body, lil' mama got smarts
I took her home and I ripped her apart
Stole a hotbox and I sold it for parts
Already rich, I'ma trap for the art
Already high, I just smoke for the taste
Ain't got no L's, I took 12 on a chase
30K CPN, that came from Chase
I swear you won't believe how much I made
Ain't tryna go broke, so I gotta save
Chevron plastic, I swipe for a chain
Then got a BP card and did the same
Where's the gold credit? I got a free sofa
Then got a lil' b*tch and she bent it over
Can't let you play me, I'm not a controller
All of these flavors, I'm plug like a motor
She on my di*k, got hoes on my scrotum
I'm on these Runtz and this sh*t is so potent
Burnin' on Oreos, no, not the cookies
But I just bust down a bale, it was Cookies
I'm eating lunch with your b*tch playing footsie
Thousand pound load, man, that sh*t was a doozy
Citrus OG, man, this sh*t tastin' fruity
She left her boyfriend, she said he a goofy
Money Man Perry, my life is a movie

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